Leo rises from his desk much to his dismay. After hours of trying to clear his mind off of the matters from today he gives up. Not even a good book could help Leo take his thoughts about Kamui away. Because of that he is unable to finish the assignments for class when he doesn't even need to think to finish them, it's just what being a genius is. But the moment Kamui comes into the equation Leo is just a fumbling mess that's graded average in standards.

Sighing in frustration Leo grabs his robe and wraps it around himself. He might as well take a walk as a last resort. Perhaps a night stroll in the manor could calm him down. A kindle of hope lights his heart at the idea and he exits out of his room. Leo decides to let his mind wander once he doesn't think of anything as he moves along finely furnished hallways that had not a soul in them.

The hallways are not lit and are dark, but the moon from the night sky gently let's the light it reflects enter through the windows. Even if there wasn't light as an ally to illuminate the hallways Leo would've still walk around. As a vampire the darkness could be the easiest habitat they could be in since they use their enhance senses to hear and see the surroundings, even touch can easily be a guide. However that's not the only reason why Leo will be so confident, the other reason why is because he's lived here for many years. So it's obvious that he'll know it like the back of his hand. Still, despite that, he could help but feel that the hallways are different tonight. Shadows the moon casts seem far too long and sway like its a taunt towards him.

Leo folds his arms and stop to look outside the window. He sees the well maintained garden outside and spots the ever flowing fountain. There are no flowers in bloom season at this garden, making Leo look up at the moon. Leaning against the window to observe the orb of pale light in stability. He notice how the silver lights hits the dark clouds above and drown out the stars. A wisp of fluttering hair appears in his mind. He touches the window as if he is going to grab that lock of silver and pull it towards him.

Imagining how the recipient would react to his actions is but null. Leo could only see a face full of anger, a violent rage swirling in those amber eyes, cheeks redden from their heighten irritation, brows furrow and wrinkles their forehead, lips clamp shut to keep them from speaking, teeth clench as if in pain. That is the image that comes into his thoughts as he couldn't imagine him blushing in embarrass-. 'Wait', Leo catches himself, 'Why am I thinking of him?'

His voiceless words ask Leo this but even himself couldn't answer immediately. So he pull his reasons from what he can. He reasons that it is because the man vex him. Bringing out his unfiltered behavior and speaking in a language more natural to him. Of course he'll have a temper if someone would blatantly call him out in his native language, hell! That very action is rude even if the one being spoken about doesn't understand.

No, that isn't how Leo would've react if he was in his right mind. He would have shrug it off coolly and walk away, but he lost control. The incident in the shop when he revealed the robber's weaponry to calm Kamui down, people overheard and acted upon it, causing him to be the reason for riling people up and ending the robbery. The moment his father heard his actions from the police he was grounded. Though the punishment may be cruel it's effective. For a week he could only drink one meal's worth of blood a day. If it weren't for his love of tomatoes he didn't think he'll survive without running out of control. That's what the punishment was suppose to teach, how to control yourself.

Leo frowns at the thought when he remembers a teacher calling him in since they notice his fatigue. He had to fight in a clever way to stop them from calling his father, using a false face of smiles and such. The attention of the teacher who obviously wanted to look good in front of his father sickens him. That is why when he bumped into that shorter teenager he wore no mask. No, it wasn't the problem with the instructor that cause him to be so riled up, it was the smell of the boy.

The scent of silver and holy water lingers on him like he was recently baptized made Leo upset. Years of memories with Hunters slaughtering his half-siblings like cattle resurfaced from the smell and instinctively had Leo tense up and lash out. The action was unbecoming of him but the boy with silver hair stood strong with grace.

Leo remembers the next encounter, when he met him in the classroom. Brought in by Mr. Yukimura, the boy held his posture with elegance as he walked with his long hair flowing behind him. The sight of his hair hitting the morning sunlight caused something to stir in Leo. It was like as Owain described it, a lily, in fact a spider lily in his words. If he remember correctly from a book he read about Hanakotoba, a different version of the language of flowers from what he know (Elise had him read it to deepen his romantic side when they moved here). The white spider lily means 'sweet', but Leo argued that it's only because the boy appeared to be that way.

However his thoughts weren't romantic, he had tried to picture the new student standing in a field of white spider lilies but every time he did it changed. Each time Leo try to create that image, he will find the rough boy standing in a pool of blood with crimson spider lilies snipped at his foot.

He had mentally slapped himself in his mind at that. Then he silently yelled at himself that he shouldn't think of blood no matter how hungry he is. Thus he had hated himself for seeing the boy as food, because what else could that vision mean beside his hunger? However he couldn't keep his eyes away from him.

Then he was forced to get involved with him again. Leo has lost his touch in disguising himself. Kamui had brought him food the past week as an apology and he couldn't refuse her cause she persisted in the notion. So naturally he thought he'll be fine. The food though off-seasoned was edible and his stomach grown use to holding down the substance for a while until he can empty it. But, but that boy who seem so harmless, so self-centered noticed his weakness. The pain, the tiredness, the hunger, and the wanting to get away, was all seen by him.

Leo grabs his arm and remembers how rough that hand pulled him up. The action caught Leo off guard and his worry spikes at the thought of what he will say next. Remembering the embarrassment he suffered Leo turns away from the window and continues his stroll. Another memory tackles him and he involuntary licks his lip at the thought of it. He stops and lifts his hand to his chin to ponder.

"That drink was incredibly suspicious," Leo unintentionally says but does not mind since no one is around. He begins to walk again as he analyzes the memory. The scratch the cat made on his seasoned hand not shown, the trickling blood that taunts Leo for just a sip, the tightly closed tomato juice, the overly sweet taste that reach his tongue, the nervous eyes the one in front of him carries, the sudden boost of energy he felt after finishing the bottle. Leo list everything he noticed but soon waves it off. He concludes that his love for tomatoes must had lift his mood and that his stomach without any human food in it made his body happy.

However his thoughts returns to that face of anger. The immense power Leo found difficult to contain from that boy full of irrational thinking. 'Why', Leo questions, 'What human would be so blind that they'll jump out of a building when the ground is two stories below?'

Leo stops in his tracks and quietly ask to no one particular, "He is human right?'

"No that's impossible. I know for sure Sakura and Kamui are human..." Leo sorts his logic with his mumbling voice, "But he's been missing for so years, did he Turn perhaps? If he did he could use his physical power to withstand the height."

Leo remains silent before mumbling more of his reasoning out, "Then the scent of silver... It's possible he recently had a run in with a Hunter. The smell of holy water wounds does linger... However what about the scratch he received, unless he wanted to hide his embarrassment that he recklessly touched silver. Since he never did show me."

However saying this out loud did not ease his unsettle nerves. Something doesn't add up but he can't flex his head around it. There's also another thing he couldn't figure out as well, why can't he get that classmate out of his head?!

Leo frowns in frustration and stands still to collect his bearings. He realize that he is near father's studies. He has to go back before he is found here, it'll be terrible if his father suspects something from him. The blond promptly turns to the other directions. Then he stops in his tracks once again.

He hears a noise, then noises similar to voices. This is definitely a sign that he has to leave quickly before he sees who is visiting father or else that he'll be grounded longer. However his legs doesn't move and he stands. Despite the night robe that covers him he can feel a breeze. He looks to find the cold autumn air blowing itself into the house.

Leo searches for the source and finds the window near the studies' door open. Traces of blood can be found on the wood. He can now smell the scent of silver mixed in the blood. His intuition and his intelligence can easily connect the dots of this. A Hunter has come.

Did a Hunter come to kill father? The question runs through his head. He has to see for himself. A sense of duty fills his head as he walks to the door of the studies.

Taking a deep breath he breathes out and knocks on the studies' doors. There's no answer, no movement but he checks to see if any lights were on inside by looking at the bottom of the door and there is none. Then he daringly grabs the handle to door and find it unlock. He strengthens his resolve despite the first time he heard his father yell at him to not do it in youth, despite the first time his father had slapped him across the face for it in youth, he hesitantly pushed the doors open.

Leo doesn't regret it. He sees a man standing in front of the desk where his father sits. The stranger is dressed blue with a white vest and has a quiver on his back. In their hands a bow that seem to glint a faint line of gold with a silver arrow of a metallic blue toning not yet placed on the bow. Leo is astonish and sees the seemingly flowing silver hair that gleams in the moonlight, the white feathers on the hawk-faced mask, he stutters not who's he'd been thinking of but who he'd heard about, only able to connect those dots, "Fujin Yumi."

Author's note:

Hanakotoba - Japanese version of the language of flowers
White spider lily - sweet
Red spider lily - Never to meet again/Lost memory/Abandonment